Spirit of God in the clear running water,
Blowing to greatness the trees on the hill,
Spirit of God in the finger of morning,
Fill the earth, bring it to birth,
And blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be,
But breath of the Spirit blowing in me.

Spirit of God, ev'ryone's heart is lonely,
Watching and waiting and hungry until
Spirit of God, man longs that you only
Fulfil the earth, bring it to birth
And blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be,
But breath of the Spirit blowing in me.